It Hurts Too Much Not To Forget

Why is it hard to get over hurtful words?
Words you never thought you would hear?
Acts you never thought you would see?

Why does the mind keep going over every little thing?
Eternally analysing intent and purpose?
Forever picking apart the situation like hungry vultures on a carcass?

Why can't we forget as easily as the way we change clothes?
Why do feelings of betrayal, anguish and impotence linger?
And make us walk around with the heavy burden of sorrow in our hearts?

It hurts too much not to forget,
And yet, too heavy a burden to carry around.